Lyra loved this. He was a natural storyteller and made it come alive with his French. She settled in and looked up at the stars as she listened, soon closing her eyes to simply listen to him, tell the story.
Reaper continued reading. Becoming so engrossed in the story that time seemed to fly. It wasn't until the end of that particular tale, did he look to Lyra and smile softly. She looked to be peacefully asleep.